i've been on this road before. it's the one where i'm walking along, minding my own business, and then i see the sign: caution - you are about to enter the "your favorite black pants are getting too tight and you really shouldn't be wearing them any more" zone. and that's when i realize that i am precisely one fun-size snickers bar away from the point of no return. oh yes, the road is all too familiar, and it's usually by the end of february that i come to grips with the fact that my ever-expanding mid-life mid-section is a definite indication that i've strayed from my original goal...the one where i pledged to eat a healthier diet, thus helping said black pants to fit properly. so, no more chips (of the potato and chocolate variety) that somehow snuck back into my diet while i wasn't looking. and in the meantime, i'm begging you favorite black pants, please be patient with me...and give me just a little more stretch until i can get things under control!
